Sobre o monstro

segunda-feira, julho 27, 2015

"As for consent, he said, “I think that I’m a pretty decent reader of
people and their emotions in these romantic sexual things.” If these
women agreed to meet up, his deposition suggested, he felt that he
had a
right to them."

(...)
“He took my roommate and me out to dinner. It was this new hip
steak restaurant on the strip near the Whiskey a Go Go called Sneaky
Pete’s. He was chatting her up and trying to charm her. And he reached
across and put a pill next to my wineglass and said, ‘Here, this will
make you feel better,’ and he gave her one. I wasn’t really thinking. My
son had recently died. I thought, Great, me feel better? You bet. So
I took the pill and washed it down with some red wine. And then he
reached across and put another pill in my mouth and gave her one. Just
after I took the second pill, my face was, like, face-in-plate syndrome,
and I just said, ‘I wanna go home.’ He said he would drive us home. We
went up this elevator. I sat down, and lay my head back, just fighting
nausea. I looked around and he was sitting next to my roommate
on the love seat with this very predatory look on his face. She was
completely unconscious. I could hear the words in my head, but I
couldn’t form words with my mouth, because I was so drugged out. He got
up and came over, and he sat down and unzipped his fly. He had me give
him oral sex, and then he stood me up, turned me over, did me doggy
style, and walked out. Just as he got to the door, I said, ‘How do we
get out of here, how do we get home?’ And he said, ‘Call a cab.’ ” —Victoria Valentino

(...)

“Bill had been a friend. I had had dinner with his wife on one or two
different occasions, I had worked with him, I had known him for many,
many years, and he never made a pass at me. So when this happened to me,
I was really, really shocked. I just couldn’t understand what was wrong
with him. Had he lost his mind? When I came out of the bathroom, he
said to me, ‘Okay, come on, let’s go. They’re waiting for us.’ He was
behaving like a person that I had never met before in my life.” —Kathy McKee

“At 17, my agent introduced me to Bill Cosby, who was going to mentor
me and take me to the next level of my career. Over the course of the
next year, I was drugged half the time when I was with him and would
come out of a delusional experience going, ‘Whoa, what was that?’ He
would say, ‘Well, I needed to undress you and wash your clothes because
you got drunk and made a fool of yourself.’ Do you remember the Jaycee
Dugard story? She pretty much could have climbed over the fence any time
she wanted to but was just so broken down and couldn’t think straight. I
felt like a prisoner; I felt I was kidnapped and hiding in plain sight.
I could have walked down any street of Manhattan at any time and said,
‘I’m being raped and drugged by Bill Cosby,’ but who the hell would have
believed me? Nobody, nobody. I was invited down to Atlantic
City to see his show and had a very confusing night where I was
completely drugged and my luggage was missing. When I called the
concierge to find out where my luggage was, Cosby went ballistic. He
slammed the phone down and said, ‘What the hell are you doing, letting
the whole hotel know I have a 19-year-old girl in my hotel suite?’ The
next morning, he summoned me down to his room and yelled at me that I
needed to have discretion. He threw me down on the bed and he put his
forearm under my throat. He straddled me, and he took his belt buckle
off. The clanking of the belt buckle, I’ll never forget.” —Barbara Bowman